Last Wednesday, I tipped the scales at 200.5 naked. That was my lightest weight yet this year...and probably my lightest since 2000. I then went on a long weekend in Vegas. I ate and drank without thinking. I had chocolate croissants, scotch, and 4AM snicker bars. It was an indulgent weekend -- I was there celelbrating the sale of Kefta with the management team. I've returned to Seattle reality and worked out this AM for the first time in a week. My trainer had me due sprints. I nearly puked. I haven't gotten on a scale because I know what it's going to say. So, I'm back on the saddle. 2 steps forward and 1 backward for me and my fat ass.